Jan 2014
bitter cold
months
came and left,
taking my love
with them and
leaving me
with dry,
cracked skin;
forget-me-nots
were planted
across her
moist grave to
remind me that
love doesn't
end in death.
months
came and left,
taking my love
with them and
leaving me
with dry,
cracked skin;
forget-me-nots
were planted
across her
moist grave to
remind me that
love doesn't
end in death.
